Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
How did that web cut a horizontal line?
From washing pole to tree
What pendulum of imagined thought
Swung it’s self into the face of me.
It’s so miraculous to see…
How vexed even we can be to break
These autumnal webs that prohibit me
From keeping such ill positioned keepsakes.
They’re so Perpendicular!
Demonstratively beautiful to the gardener
Who should envy their knot garden designs?
But god, what irritating, landmine’s.
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